Even though my supervisor acknowledged that it was not my doing, I was being made out to be the fall guy, because I should have known what my people w...re doing. I left work that day feeling like a useless dog kicked to the curb. I felt totally frustrated, to the point that I was holding back the tears as I drove home.Pulling into the garage, I sat in my car for probably a good ten minutes sobbing out of control. Then the light bulb went on! I rushed into the house and grabbed Saturday’s paper,. Through the wall, she could hear a rhythmic "thump thump thump" and happy voices as Mommy played with Philip and the neighbourhood boys.Michael's letter was still in its envelope beneath the pillow under Daddy's head. How could she get it without waking the sleeping man? The answer came quickly. Daddy rolled over, tipping the pillow to expose the edge of the blue envelope. She picked it smoothly from its hiding place and quietly slid down the bed so not to disturb the two sleeping figures.. Then she finally lost it, and broke down in deep anguished sobs when she listened to the message Brad had left on her broken cell phone. hearing his voice echoing through the large courtroom had been her complete undoing. She knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was the last time she would ever hear his voice again. But it was Raul Fitz that had the courtroom locked in a dead silence, the only noise was that of the man’s nasally lisp as he spoke of the events from the night Brad Lowell. Mm, somebodys hot and wet, he smiled as he touched my button, his finger sliding around in my slick fluid. My pussy twitched and creamed as his fingers stroked my swollen clit. I rocked my hips against his hand eager for more as the heat in my cunt grew. I felt like I had to have something inside me now, but I also loved what he was doing way too much to stop him. Like it? he asked. Mmm yeah, I sighed, wriggling my hips. Can I put a finger in? he asked. I nodded. Youre really wet so it shouldnt.